The Dragon part `5
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krystalkatzficz“Ne, Satoshi do you think that Jun will agree to take the Holy Father?” Masaki asked as two women scrubbed his body. They were being gentle but his skin still felt like it was tingling and there were red blotches forming on his chest and arms. The youngest of the girls giggled a little as she told him that it would settle and Masaki wondered if they had seen any others but old men before.
Satoshi looked up from where two more very pretty looking women were rubbing thick sweet smelling oil into his skin, the oil looked like it was made with flakes of gold and they made the tanned face of his brother glow even in the candle lights. As always his brother seemed to be half asleep or in a world of his own where no reality could find him but as always he gave a thoughtful hum pulling his hand free from one of the women attending him and rubbed his chin.
“I don’t know… I don’t think he’ll be given much choice but you know how Jun is…” Satoshi shrugged eventually and Masaki smiled at the half answer humming as he nodded.
Their father was a complex character, he loathed humans and all they stood for and yet he had taken them in and he had stayed with them for so long. A part of Masaki knew that there somewhere in the heart of the Elf he wanted to leave. Satoshi had always said that it was because they aged faster than he did that for Jun their lives went by so quickly for him saying hello might as well be saying goodbye. Masaki thought that that was very sad and for a while he had clung to his father more than ever. Jun had never told them why he didn’t live with the other elves and they never asked. Jun himself didn’t act like an elf, other than not staying in one place for too long. Masaki didn’t like it that they would be messing around with the Holy Father and the church but for some reason he knew that Jun would be agreeing. He didn’t understand the thing about being called here but he knew it was something that he didn’t want to get involved in.
“Hey, not there..!” He shouted suddenly when a hand plunged into the water and a cloth moved over his genitals
“I’m sorry sir I was instructed to clean...” The girl stammered looking nervous her hand still under the water resting against his penis. Masaki’s cheeks went a sun burnt red wondering what kind of life the girl must have had, that she thought it was okay to go around touching a man’s private area. He thought about priests wondering if they were all perverts or if she really did know nothing of the ways of the world. It was possible that she had been so sheltered by her life with the holy untainted priests that she really didn’t think that it was inappropriate he hoped that that was the case. He was brought up with the beliefs of the elves but, unlike his father and brother, he rather liked the stories of the human gods.
“I can do there myself!” He squeaked grabbing the cloth and batting away her hand blushing hotly when he heard his brother laughing at him in his sleepy way. “Shut-up, Satoshi..!”
The door crashed open not long after that and their father strode in, looking both amused and annoyed he said nothing as he stripped ignoring the shocked cries of the woman. Masaki could understand why, his father just like all elven kin was beautiful; his body completely hairless with just the right amount of muscle beneath skin that was rich like cake batter. The marks of the Elven, silver tattoos, ran up both his sides from his hips going to swirl around his nipples. Jun had explained reluctantly when Masaki had expressed the wish of having similar markings that they were marks of adulthood for the elven folk. A rite of maturity and could only be given by the leader of each clan. That was the most he had ever spoken about his people and refused to even talk about what the various symbols meant or how you became an adult.
Once he was completely nude the elf climbed into the only bath that was left clean and hot and plunged himself under the deep water and then pulling back up so his ebony hair fell about around his face. The women hurried to his waving them away with a grunt and Masaki gasped with shock when he saw a burn on his father’s hand that was shaped like a bird with its wings out stretched.
“What happened?” Masaki asked moving forwards so quickly in the bath that he created a ripple that sent water spilling over the sides of the tinned bath and splashing down onto the uneven stone tiles. He took the hand studying it closely by running a finger over the tarnished skin. The elf shrugged pulling his arm free,
“Uuma ma' ten' rashwe, ta tuluva a' lle, Altáriël Lúinwë...” Jun whispered his own fingers moving over the mark and Masaki let out another startled sounding exclamation his eyes widening and his heart thumped against his ribs. Jun rarely, spoke in the tongue of the elves and when he did it was normally an insult but what he had just said sounded far from being an insult.
“J’uin, is everything okay?” Satoshi asked sounding just as concerned coming over from the bench where he had been covered ever to toe in the rich sweet smelling oils. The voice of his eldest son pulled the elf from whatever thought he was in and he dropped his hand under the water and attempting a small smile that Masaki could see was forced. His eyes were pinched and the pupils thin like cat like slits in his face. There was no loss of colour in the elf’s cheeks but his lips were pale.
“It would seem that we will be taking the Holy Father to the glade beyond the mountains…” He mumbled softly before dropping back and putting his head back under the water before either of them was able to form a word. Masaki looked over at Satoshi who gave an absentminded shrug and he chewed his lip nervously he really didn’t want to mess with the gods.
*~*~*~*~*
Jun laid deep under the water of the bath, his mind focusing on the sweet image that he had witnessed. As an elf seers were not uncommon though they normally had to hold a ritual to access the plains. It had taken him unaware to see him with the Holy Father in that way but it was not the first time that he had witnessed such a vision. The day of his maturity when he had been taken deep into the first and made to drink from the elder stream he had witnessed the sinful vision of mating with a human male. His hands moved down the markings on his side. It had been so long and he had been so far removed from the elves that he had forgotten but now he could remember.
The Holy Father, Altáriël Lúinwë, he was so young, younger even then his children but it was his fate, his destiny to do this. The fate that he had been running from for so long, how was he to know that each action, each step he trod was leading him to this moment. How could it be that the Holy Father the leader of the humans that he so despised was his Altáriël Lúinwë? Lifting up his hand he stared at the mark that would now be itched into his palm. There was anger in his heart and hate towards those that had left them no other choice but there was something else. Slowly he lifted his face out of the water and looked up at the painted ceiling for a minute before a smirk formed on his lips and his closed his palm lightly holding it over his heart.
“Amin harmuva onalle e' cormamin, Altáriël Lúinwë, A'maelamin...”
TBC
A/N:
Translation for the elvish:
“Uuma ma' ten' rashwe, ta tuluva a' lle” = ‘I don’t look for trouble but it always finds me’
“Amin harmuva onalle e' cormamin” = ‘I shall treasure your gift in my heart’
Altáriël Lúinwë = It’s a name for the high priest it means ‘the grace and beauty of the gods’
‘A'maelamin’ = ‘my beloved’
Based on Tolkien’s elvish J
I hope that you enjoy ^_^
Satoshi looked up from where two more very pretty looking women were rubbing thick sweet smelling oil into his skin, the oil looked like it was made with flakes of gold and they made the tanned face of his brother glow even in the candle lights. As always his brother seemed to be half asleep or in a world of his own where no reality could find him but as always he gave a thoughtful hum pulling his hand free from one of the women attending him and rubbed his chin.
“I don’t know… I don’t think he’ll be given much choice but you know how Jun is…” Satoshi shrugged eventually and Masaki smiled at the half answer humming as he nodded.
Their father was a complex character, he loathed humans and all they stood for and yet he had taken them in and he had stayed with them for so long. A part of Masaki knew that there somewhere in the heart of the Elf he wanted to leave. Satoshi had always said that it was because they aged faster than he did that for Jun their lives went by so quickly for him saying hello might as well be saying goodbye. Masaki thought that that was very sad and for a while he had clung to his father more than ever. Jun had never told them why he didn’t live with the other elves and they never asked. Jun himself didn’t act like an elf, other than not staying in one place for too long. Masaki didn’t like it that they would be messing around with the Holy Father and the church but for some reason he knew that Jun would be agreeing. He didn’t understand the thing about being called here but he knew it was something that he didn’t want to get involved in.
“Hey, not there..!” He shouted suddenly when a hand plunged into the water and a cloth moved over his genitals
“I’m sorry sir I was instructed to clean...” The girl stammered looking nervous her hand still under the water resting against his penis. Masaki’s cheeks went a sun burnt red wondering what kind of life the girl must have had, that she thought it was okay to go around touching a man’s private area. He thought about priests wondering if they were all perverts or if she really did know nothing of the ways of the world. It was possible that she had been so sheltered by her life with the holy untainted priests that she really didn’t think that it was inappropriate he hoped that that was the case. He was brought up with the beliefs of the elves but, unlike his father and brother, he rather liked the stories of the human gods.
“I can do there myself!” He squeaked grabbing the cloth and batting away her hand blushing hotly when he heard his brother laughing at him in his sleepy way. “Shut-up, Satoshi..!”
The door crashed open not long after that and their father strode in, looking both amused and annoyed he said nothing as he stripped ignoring the shocked cries of the woman. Masaki could understand why, his father just like all elven kin was beautiful; his body completely hairless with just the right amount of muscle beneath skin that was rich like cake batter. The marks of the Elven, silver tattoos, ran up both his sides from his hips going to swirl around his nipples. Jun had explained reluctantly when Masaki had expressed the wish of having similar markings that they were marks of adulthood for the elven folk. A rite of maturity and could only be given by the leader of each clan. That was the most he had ever spoken about his people and refused to even talk about what the various symbols meant or how you became an adult.
Once he was completely nude the elf climbed into the only bath that was left clean and hot and plunged himself under the deep water and then pulling back up so his ebony hair fell about around his face. The women hurried to his waving them away with a grunt and Masaki gasped with shock when he saw a burn on his father’s hand that was shaped like a bird with its wings out stretched.
“What happened?” Masaki asked moving forwards so quickly in the bath that he created a ripple that sent water spilling over the sides of the tinned bath and splashing down onto the uneven stone tiles. He took the hand studying it closely by running a finger over the tarnished skin. The elf shrugged pulling his arm free,
“Uuma ma' ten' rashwe, ta tuluva a' lle, Altáriël Lúinwë...” Jun whispered his own fingers moving over the mark and Masaki let out another startled sounding exclamation his eyes widening and his heart thumped against his ribs. Jun rarely, spoke in the tongue of the elves and when he did it was normally an insult but what he had just said sounded far from being an insult.
“J’uin, is everything okay?” Satoshi asked sounding just as concerned coming over from the bench where he had been covered ever to toe in the rich sweet smelling oils. The voice of his eldest son pulled the elf from whatever thought he was in and he dropped his hand under the water and attempting a small smile that Masaki could see was forced. His eyes were pinched and the pupils thin like cat like slits in his face. There was no loss of colour in the elf’s cheeks but his lips were pale.
“It would seem that we will be taking the Holy Father to the glade beyond the mountains…” He mumbled softly before dropping back and putting his head back under the water before either of them was able to form a word. Masaki looked over at Satoshi who gave an absentminded shrug and he chewed his lip nervously he really didn’t want to mess with the gods.
*~*~*~*~*
Jun laid deep under the water of the bath, his mind focusing on the sweet image that he had witnessed. As an elf seers were not uncommon though they normally had to hold a ritual to access the plains. It had taken him unaware to see him with the Holy Father in that way but it was not the first time that he had witnessed such a vision. The day of his maturity when he had been taken deep into the first and made to drink from the elder stream he had witnessed the sinful vision of mating with a human male. His hands moved down the markings on his side. It had been so long and he had been so far removed from the elves that he had forgotten but now he could remember.
The Holy Father, Altáriël Lúinwë, he was so young, younger even then his children but it was his fate, his destiny to do this. The fate that he had been running from for so long, how was he to know that each action, each step he trod was leading him to this moment. How could it be that the Holy Father the leader of the humans that he so despised was his Altáriël Lúinwë? Lifting up his hand he stared at the mark that would now be itched into his palm. There was anger in his heart and hate towards those that had left them no other choice but there was something else. Slowly he lifted his face out of the water and looked up at the painted ceiling for a minute before a smirk formed on his lips and his closed his palm lightly holding it over his heart.
“Amin harmuva onalle e' cormamin, Altáriël Lúinwë, A'maelamin...”
TBC
A/N:
Translation for the elvish:
“Uuma ma' ten' rashwe, ta tuluva a' lle” = ‘I don’t look for trouble but it always finds me’
“Amin harmuva onalle e' cormamin” = ‘I shall treasure your gift in my heart’
Altáriël Lúinwë = It’s a name for the high priest it means ‘the grace and beauty of the gods’
‘A'maelamin’ = ‘my beloved’
Based on Tolkien’s elvish J
I hope that you enjoy ^_^
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Date: 2013-08-11 10:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-08-12 10:55 am (UTC)Thanks for reading ^.^
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Date: 2013-08-11 02:07 pm (UTC)But I'm surprised with what Jun called Nino, 'my beloved?'
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Date: 2013-08-12 11:10 am (UTC)I promise that it will make sense xD
Thanks for reading ^.^
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Date: 2013-08-11 02:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-08-12 10:55 am (UTC)Thanks for reading ^.^
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Date: 2013-08-11 03:10 pm (UTC)So it's clear now that it's not the holy father who's affected by the vision XDDD.
His fate, his destiny? He knew about the holy father?
Can't wait to read the next chapter ♥.
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Date: 2013-08-12 10:57 am (UTC)Yep jun was very affected by what he saw xD
I promise that it becomes clearer xD
Thanks for reading ^.^
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Date: 2013-08-11 03:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-08-12 11:03 am (UTC)Thanks for reading ^.^
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Date: 2013-08-11 05:05 pm (UTC)i'd personally prefer it if the elvish translation was in text though, since i dont speak tolkien :P but that's just me
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Date: 2013-08-12 11:12 am (UTC)I did try and put the translations in the story but it just made it look untidy and if I was going to write it in English I’ve wasted hours researching elvish and dwarven languages (which isn’t something I’ve done since I was in college and LARPed) since I’m trying for a lord of the rings type feel, where he kept the languages of the peoples, I wanted the translations in foot notes at the end sorry if that bothers you >.< I’m going to try and put them at the start now hope that helps. I promise though that there won’t be pages and pages of either Elvish or Dwarfish, phrases will mostly just be repeated any long conversation they will switch to English or the human tongue, because it’s a lot easier for me :D
Sorry for the long comment >.<
Thanks for reading ^_^
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Date: 2013-08-12 12:42 pm (UTC)but I'm really, really excited to read the rest of this LOTR fic, its just... perfect!